Morning links.

• At Buzzfeed: 13 Teen Death Novels From The '90s That Actually Exist. In going through boxes of mass market paperbacks (yes, many of our books are packed away by size, why do you ask?) I discovered that I have a LOT of Lurlene McDaniel books. I have no idea why. Or where they came from. 
• At #Giffy Reviews: Breaking Dawn.
• At the Guardian: Chick lit 'harms body image', study finds. I live for that Elizabeth Peters book (or was she writing as Barbara Michaels?) where the heroine describes herself as being a bit overweight, but then she loses a bunch of weight over the course of the book as she runs around investigating whatever she's investigating (and, yes, gets the guy and all that jazz), BUT THEN, in the epilogue, it's months later and she's gained all of the weight back AND THEY'RE STILL DELIRIOUSLY IN LOVE AND INSANELY HAPPY, AND, LIKE, EATING BRIE AND BUTTER OR SOMETHING. Love that.
• The Cryptofloricon. (via boingboing)
• ZOMG, MY BRAIN JUST EXPLODED: SETH COHEN IS DATING BLAIR WALDORF.
• Those bastards at Hasbro have retired Monopoly's iron. At least it wasn't my beloved thimble, I guess. *grumble* (The new token will be the cat. But, as far as I'm concerned, it doesn't exist. Just like blue M&Ms. Man, I am so bad at dealing with change.)